Behind Roper and de Castro, peeping over their shoulders. A pidy—a gread pidy.
Jimmie.
To Von Rettenmayer. I’ll attend to you presently, Baron.
Lily.
To Jimmie. I remember. A wretched little shrimp you looked that day.
Jimmie.
To everybody. It was my first morning at the Pandora. They’d had me up from Harrogate in a hurry, to take Gwennie Harker’s place. I’d been playing her part in the Number Two Co. in the country; and she’d left ’em in a hole, to get married to a stupid lord—— To Farncombe, finding him standing near her. Sorry. I was to have only one rehearsal; clenching her fist and, oh, didn’t they treat me abominably! Miss Ensor was late and we were all hanging about on the stage, waiting for her. I’ve never felt so cold in my life, or so lonely. Not a word of welcome, not a nod, from a single soul; simply a blank stare occasionally from a haughty beauty with a curled lip! And at last, when I was on the point of howling, I became conscious that somebody was watching me—a tall, pretty thing in a lavender frock——
De Castro.
Sitting in the chair in the middle of the room. Lil.
Jimmie.